Tavis Walker alone is responsible
for both Art Muscle and no rgaNs, though the two are
remarkably dissimilar in approach. For me, Art Muscle's untitled
opus takes the top layer of the cake – it's a scummy no-wave assault
built out of battered drums and generally grungy guitar bedlam, the
sort of noxious lob of spunk that elicits wondrous images of utter
dreck. How marvellously dreadful! On the
other hand, no rgaNs is much less forgiving; it's effectively a
vehicle for throbbing, satanic grumble-noise that's as sonically
offensive as its track titles suggest: “Cock Hungry Amateur Fucks,”
“Cute Blonde Takes Creampie in the Ass,” “Foursome Lesbo Action (Pt.
1)”... I wonder what sorts of websites Mr. Walker has been perusing.
This split is the sort of lo-fi hazardousness that the cassette
medium harnesses so perfectly – it's far from perfect, but it's all
spirit and glory, and that's pretty damn swell.